I just had to search my email to find out what date B and I got married, because I kinda-sorta figured the anniversary was coming up but I didn't know if it was one year or two.
I promise that mindset doesn't reflect my devotion to the relationship... it just reflects my confusion that the law cares so much, and also that the baby ate my brain.
On the other hand, I do remember the day itself fondly (except for the migraine), because two friends drove out with us and the reverend lady was very nice and her house was so cute. And we had steak afterwards.
And the vows were nice, too.